Welcome To The Cathedral of The Damned

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CLASSIFIED EMPLOYMENT FILE DOCUMENT NO. 9455

NAME: Dr. Jack Bright

SEX: Male

SECURITY CLASS AUTHORIZATION: 3

ASSIGNED SCP'S: SCP-035, SCP-5656, SCP-999

NOTES:

REFER TO DOCUMENTS 9456-9463

FROM CABINET 93-955

EMPLOYMENT FROM: 07/22/(REDACTED) - [TBD]

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"Timmy can you get a view for me?" The doctor asked as he descends the marble stairs, despite the buildings history and age appears clean, minus the vines and glowing vegetation on the walls, radiating a sense of calmness. The bird flies high upwards only to hit the ceiling, they were in a narrow hall, leading to a fork in the path. The one to the right filled with darkness as far as the eye can see, and leftwards continuing into the cathedral.

Both of these observations filled Bright with dread.

Timmy sat loyally on Brights shoulder, his presence reminding Bright of his mission.

"We have to stop him!" 5656 was dashing down the hall, Sarah and her 'Council' behind him.

"Wait! Why?!" Sarah yells over the sounds of their footsteps slamming against the marble floor.

"There were to paths, one to her slow, painful death, and one to the councils table room,

The Original Saviour tricked them and cursed the church with a horrid beast in the council chambers they killed the council as her final act in her slow death! Your friend is One of YOUR council, he need to know which path to take or he will die!"

A Latin riddle, written on the doorframe of each the dark and normal paths.

If 0-79 was with him, could easily be translated, however, despite being adept in many languages including but not limited to Japanese and Wingdings Font, Bright cannot read this ancient Latin text. The text is similar to the writing in 35's Cell, only much more neat, some letters exactly the same and some characters completely separate origin.

He advanced towards the regular path regardless, a small voice in his head.

"Don't do it! It's a trick!"

"Pfft- spirits," Bright muttering as he continued cautiously.

"DAMN IT BRIGHT!" It yells.

However, the voice is too late, He's trapped within the room. An invisible indestructible wall, seals Bright in the room. The hall ends 10ft ahead of him, and he sees it.

The Mass, over 5000 Pounds and Likely Over 3000 ft tall on its hind legs according to calculation, the creature is asleep, it's head covered in mosses

The beast retains the head of a moose,but it's body large and muscular similar to a lion, the tail long and spiked, the body a dark grey, with teeth like swords and Claws, three on each leg.

Bright pulls out a large amulet labeled SCP-965. If or when it wakes up, Bright would be dead in a matter of microseconds, Timmy alone even LESS.

But now Timmy has the amulet, safely and securely around his neck, leaving Bright unarmed.

For His Friends this was a risk he was willing to take.